One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 76 The Road to Death
Song Yun swept out an army-breaking sword energy, and the blue light swung away, setting off a wave of blood.

The more than 1000 cavalry who charged were all cut in half!

There were only two of the five grandmaster warriors left, missing arms and legs, struggling to get up from the pool of blood, shouting in a hoarse voice:

"Wu Sheng's physical strength is not endless, go, keep going! Use our blood to water the glory of Changshengtian!"

Rows of Northern Plains cavalry rushed up with trembling hands, but still gripped their weapons and reins tightly, rushing forward desperately, killing the terrifying blue sword glow.

The blood splashed continuously, even more than one foot high, dyeing the moonlight under the night sky scarlet.

At the same time, two Grandmaster warriors pounced on Song Yun from the flanks to cover the charge of the cavalry.

At this moment, the young Martial Saint held down the jade seal with his right hand and released sword energy with his left hand. He stood still and could not move. In the eyes of the two masters, this was a golden opportunity given by God.

"Kill!" The two master warriors ignored the blood-spitting wounds and urged their qi with all their strength, only attacking but not defending, and launched a desperate blow.

No matter how strong the Martial Saint is, it is impossible for him to withstand this blow and remain motionless.

Either draw back the sword energy and return to defense, and let the cavalry charge over; or take a step back, and interrupt the suppression.

Either way, they've won!
There was hope in the eyes of the two masters.

The next moment, what caught their eyes was the murderous face of the young Martial Saint opposite.

Song Yun took a deep breath, like a giant whale drinking the waves, swallowing a large amount of air, and then exhaled violently, shaking the chest, lungs and throat, and let out a thunderous shout:
"die!"

The vigor is like a tsunami, accompanied by rolling sound waves, pouring out in an instant.

The eardrums of the two masters burst instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the brain and internal organs were overwhelmed by the violent shock, and with a few muffled bangs, they turned into balls of fuzzy meat paste.

The bodies of the two masters were intact, but their skins were dark red, as if they had been cooked.

The whites of his eyes were blood-stained, and the blood-red eyeballs widened in shock, quite frightening.

The two tall bodies had already lost their strength, and fell down at Song Yun's feet one after another.

"Cough cough." Song Yun shouted in one voice, and his throat was also hurt. He coughed and swallowed blood, but the effect was not great.

The use of qi in the realm of martial saints can be described as superb, far more ingenious than the grand master's qi.

Even if the limbs can't move, just a burst of blows at close range can still shout and kill the master!

This roar also contained a high-pitched deterrent force.

Taking advantage of the instability in the realm of luck, the shaman's soul was almost out of trouble, but when he heard this roar, he was almost scared out of his wits.

The phantom of the soul trembled, and shrank back, and at the same time, it was extremely horrified——

"When did such a strong man appear in the world? He became like this at a young age. I should have heard of it in Beiyuan. Why are there no rumors?"

Although he was puzzled, the shaman had already realized that Anxi was a big hole that Jing Jun had prepared for them!
A piece of hard bone that seems to be swallowed in one bite, but can break teeth in the end.

Looking at the large corpses swept by the sword energy, the shaman's heart was bleeding, but there was nothing he could do.

Ordinary troops can only rely on human lives to pile up against Wu Sheng.

"I'm afraid this man's sword energy won't last long. If the cavalry persist for a while, they should be able to rush over!"

The shaman chanted the prayers of the Longevity Heaven aloud, cheering up the Northern Plains cavalry.

Soon, the cavalry also noticed that the cyan sword light in the air was gradually thinning and shrinking.

There was joy on their sweaty faces.

"Come on! The martial sage's sword energy is almost exhausted!"

"Longevity bestows me with courage, and the horse will never stop moving forward!"

The cavalry regrouped and rode their horses to gallop. Nearly ten thousand horses galloped up, causing the ground to tremble and dust to fly.

The shaman laughed happily, "The martial sage of the Central Plains can't stop the iron hooves of the Northern Plains man!"

Just when the morale of the Beiyuan cavalry recovered and was about to break through the army's sword spirit.

Song Yun chuckled——

"Anyone who dares to come to Anxi to cause trouble has only one end—death!"

"Blood God Nahai" was cast.

Under the corpses of thousands of cavalrymen and war horses, streams of blood flowed out, converging into an ever-expanding red lake.

The blood was transpiring, and was quickly sucked into Song Yun's body.

This fresh and rich blood evil spirit, after walking around in his body, spewed out from his left palm again, becoming the power source of the Pojun sword energy.

The next moment, the deep blue army-breaking sword energy was gradually stained with scarlet, and the sharpness increased by three points to kill and bloodthirsty.

The blue and red colors are mixed together, and the power is even more terrifying than before!
Swish - the sword energy made a sharp sound of piercing the air again, cutting forward sharply, reaping the lives of the Northern Plains cavalry row by row.

Amidst the countless screams, the blue-red light flashed by, and the blood fountain bloomed again, burning like fire, churning endlessly.

The Pojun Sword Qi moved forward without hesitation, leaving behind the ground with severed corpses.

The black torrent that was rolling forward stopped abruptly after colliding with this sword energy, and it was difficult to make any progress.

It was even pushed back.

The sword energy spreads three hundred feet.

Han Mang beheaded thousands of people.

In front of Song Yun, forcefully kill and open a hellish road to death!
Ten breaths later, more than 2000 cavalrymen, together with their horses, were divided into two by the blue-red light.

The spewing blood continuously became the food of "Blood God Nahai", transformed into the evil spirit of blood, merged into the sword spirit of breaking the army, and continued to harvest the cavalry.

Repeatedly, if this cavalry unit does not die, the cycle of killing will not be broken.

At this time, there were more than 6000 people left behind.

But in their eyes, fear gradually gained the upper hand, and the fanatical worship of Longevity gradually faded.

Who wouldn't be terrified of killing more than [-] riders with a single sword, and the momentum hasn't stopped?
"The sword energy is too strong, if you can't charge through, spread out, you can't charge anymore!"

Their courage was shattered by Song Yun.

The cavalry broke away from the formation one after another, scattered in all directions, and returned to their old methods, shooting at Song Yun with their bows and arrows from a distance.

The continuous rain of arrows fell from the sky, and then was blocked by the invisible energy, and they fell to the ground one by one.

This kind of series of attacks is not even qualified for Wu Sheng to scratch his itch.

Seeing this scene, the shaman under Xuandixi was angry and anxious, and wanted to give instructions.

However, after the heavy casualties of the cavalrymen, Anxi's luck realm had recovered and his spirit was suppressed again.

He could only watch Song Yun continue to attack.

The Pojun Sword Qi no longer moved straight forward, but quickly circled around one person and one seal.

A circle of sharp aura mixed with blue and red, starting from the center of the city, like ripples in the water, rapidly enlarged and spread in all directions...

(End of this chapter)